this time he left for good, or so he thought. believing that the gass is greener on the other side, he has yet learn to accept the truth that there will never be any place he will ever find perfect. despite the location, one bound to come across unpleasantness sooner or later. for non of us were meant to be a perfect fit together, not in a classroom, nor in an office, not even in a family. but we grew, not by ideally believing that things will fall perfectly into place, but by learning to tolerate n accepting one for who n what they are.